Tag: Portland

Here’s yet an other installment from our recent walk around Peaks Island. On the east side of the island, there is a place where travelers are welcome to add to a rock garden. There are many carefully balanced rock towers. It was very peaceful.

On our recent Peaks Island photo walk, we snapped more photos than we could handle. I’m going to publish them over the course of a few days to make it more manageable. Today’s photos show boats and seascapes. Enjoy.

Here is an advertisement for Day’s Jewelers and Appliance store from the late 1960s. Days is still running in Portland today, though they only sell jewelry now. Back then a color TV was $379.95 while a diamond ring was $150.00

Holy wow. It was an exhausting week filled to the brim with great new plays.

Standouts include Dolphinephilia, a trippy farce based on the true story of Margaret Howe Lovatt. It was presented by the mysterious Marine Mammal Communication Project. Also in the realm of the absurd was Aliens vs. Beckett, a spin on the classic Waiting For Godot, and presented by the always slimy Crowbait Club. And The Green Room, a hilarious one-man show featuring a man arguing with his sock puppet.

And those were only from the shows that I saw. The festival featured dozens of acts, and after soldiering through this week, I commend all who gave the effort for their art.

Megan, as per her usual mode, outdid herself. She acted in three plays, and wrote/directed one as well. I really enjoyed the perky conversations of Take the Long Way home, and the excellent set designed by Carl Currie. And Megan’s performance in the poetic Boy Come Home was perhaps the best of her career.

I also acted in my first PortFringe show. I shared the stage with my wife, as well as the talented Adam Ferguson and Kristina Balboa in Allie Munier’s comedy I Can’t Take You Anywhere. It was an honor to act in such a well-written and humorous play. I hope Allie submits it to more festivals.

I shaved my beard for my art. Most people liked it, while others, myself included, found it strange to see my bald face. One person said that I looked like a creepy pedophile, and that hurt a bit. I’ve never quite understood that comment. How does one look like a pedophile? Perhaps it says more of the describer than it does of the described.

I’m glad the week is over and that we can get a break. Enjoy some photos.

Today was my first time catching the yearly Pride Portland parade. SPOILER ALERT: it ends with an enormous rainbow banner carried by hundreds of people through the streets of downtown Portland. The overall mood was one of enthusiasm and support, a nice thing to see during these troubledtimes. Here are some photos to give you an idea of the vibe. Also some of my favorite posts from around the ‘net.

Here are two flyers, hot off the presses for PortFringe 2015. Both were lovingly crafted by Allie Munier. Yours truly will be starring in I Can’t Take You Anywhere, alongside my wife. We will be playing a quarreling married couple. If you like these flyers, then you should obviously come see the plays. ( I’m writing this post from a campground by the way ).